Nature is mythical and mystical always, and works with the license and extravagance of genius. She has her luxurious and florid style as well as art.
None are so old as those who have outlived enthusiasm.
Go not to the object; let the object come to you.
The squirrel that you kill in jest, dies in earnest.
A man thinks as well through his legs and arms as this brain.
The morning wind forever blows, the poem of creation is uninterrupted; but few are the ears to hear it.